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We were two dreams united by a thin thread that formed a
great dream, like the child playing with his comet. Sometimes I was afraid of
this dream, because in the end the child was always crying to his comet, but to
see it fly for me was extraordinary, so without fear, without fear of flying
higher, without fear of losing me.
You were a comet full of dreams, of distant dreams like
the stars, but you did not seem to care much, since you just wanted to fly
giving your maximum effort, feel the air in your face, feel the breeze of your
dreams soaking your body . I think sometimes she lost herself so much in her
dreams that she forgot about me, the child holding her with the thin thread,
the child who clutched her feet on the ground to keep her flight steady, the
child who wanted to walk a path Firmly at his side, but it was so, as that
afternoon the wind blew stronger than usual and you far from frightened because
the wind was blowing very strong, felt inside him the adrenaline to be able to
fly higher. She moved her kite wings as if she wanted to get out of the thread
that held her. I clung to my feet on the ground, but the dreaded moment came.
The thread that held us could no longer, the strength of our dreams was greater
separately than the slim dream that united us.
And so my amazement was enormous to see it fly so high without
the need to need me.
That day our dream broke. You were flying through the
skies without control or direction, but it did not seem to matter. I, after
watching her lose in the sky, I lowered my eyes, I sat down and I started to
cry. But the more I gave, I was as sentimental as the air, as foolish as rock.
I always loved her with all my heart, perhaps because I do not know how to love
otherwise, and this to some extent caused me problems because then I demanded
an equal love, a love that I loved with all my heart or rather I did not love.
That is, and always will be, a very obscure part of me. I do not know why it
hurt so much that you will slowly stop doing those little details you always
had with me. For me that was like the beginning of a terminal illness that
little by little, with his forgetfulness, with his carelessness, brought my
person closer to death.
Josep Juarez, Mexico.
